Slipping Through -- Gotta Run, Weevil Hunting

[gracie_musica]

Book cover by et_muse


Title: Slipping Through
Chapter Eleven: Gotta Run, Weevil Hunting
Count the Ways prompt: Weevil Hunting
Date Written: 7/15/08
Rating: PG-13/T
Word Count: 1,665
Fandom: Torchwood/FAKE
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Ryo/Dee, Team Torchwood
Spoilers: Up to Torchwood 02
Warnings: slight violence
Author's Notes: *clears throat* totally4ryo owes you people a smutty interlude. Don't let her forget it.


Slipping Through master list found here.


Jack was already out of the SUV and opening the back by the time Ianto threw the rental car into park. "How the fuck does he manage to drive like that?" Dee muttered, unbuckling.

"Jack has a reckless disregard for laws, be they human or natural," Ianto replied easily, killing the engine and opening the door.

"Glad we got that extra rental insurance," Ryo mused, climbing out and slamming the door shut behind him.

Jack grinned at them as they neared, holding up two small aerosol cans. "Fresh batch of Weevil spray."

Both detectives took it, sliding it easily into the pouch for mace in their belts. Gwen had taken them to a shop where many of the local police got their uniforms when Dee had complained that he needed a shoulder holster for his gun.

They did the same with the handcuffs handed to them, both reaching behind to slip the metal circles into the belt. Ianto handed them both a sidearm and watched as both detectives gave their weapons a professional once-over before loading and stashing them away, Dee in the holster under his right arm and Ryo at his hip. He gave Jack a quick glance and the Captain met his gaze, his face clearly showing how impressed he was.

They both paused for a moment when Jack presented them with one more weapon, a small cylindrical device about half a foot long and an inch and a half wide. Dee turned his in his hand curiously, but Ryo caught on quicker. "Sedative."

"They're pretty feisty, even when you catch them," Jack said with a grin. Ryo nodded, tucking his into the inside suit jacket pocket and Dee stuck it down into the pouch with his Weevil spray.

"This is going to be your show," Jack said, crossing his arms. "Ianto, Gwen, and I will be shadowing you, but we won't step in unless we absolutely have to." Both detectives nodded, pulling their earpieces out of their pockets and slipping them on. "Toshiko and Owen will be providing extra back-up."

"Wouldn't it just be easier to send the Zombie Weevil King in to get the thing?" Dee asked.

"Oi! That's Mister Zombie Weevil King to you, Yank!" Owen called out from the SUV.

"You won't have Owen around all the time," Jack pointed out, grinning a little. Good to see they were bonding. "And we need to access your abilities."

"Jack," Gwen's lowered voice came through the comms. "Found the witness who reported it. She said she saw the Weevil breaking into the St. David's 2 construction site."

"It's a shopping center currently being built," Ianto explained patiently to Ryo and Dee, noting the confusion that swept across their faces. "Across from the current St. David's Centre."

"Well?" Jack said, holstering his own weapon and standing at attention. "Awaiting orders."

"We need a guide," Dee said, giving Ianto a meaningful look.

At the same time, Ryo turned away a little and tapped his earpiece. "Gwen? I need you to find out what the eyewitness knows, see if we're going to need to Retcon her."

Jack winked over at Ianto, who straightened his tie. "This way, gentlemen."

-----

"See anything?" Ryo's soft Japanese filled Dee's ear.

"Nope," Dee replied in English, his voice echoing gently off the concrete and glass.

"And here I was thinking that Gwen and Ianto were bad with the foreign languages thing," Jack's voice complained in his ear as Dee turned a full 360, checking behind him.

"Not exactly a foreign language here in Wales, sir," Ianto replied, and Gwen's chuckle rumbled close behind.

There was a movement to his left and Dee raised the gun before clicking the flashlight on. A figure in a jumpsuit stopped dead in its tracks when the light hit it. "N-Interpol!" Dee identified, his voice ringing out. He'd almost instinctively said "NYPD", but managed to catch himself. "Hands up! Turn around so I can see you," he ordered, carefully approaching the figure.

This was how he would test to see if it was an alien. A Weevil wouldn't follow his order, just run off.

So when the figure raised its hands, Dee wasn't surprised to see a wide-eyed, definitely human, construction worker staring back at him. "Sorry about that," Dee said, lowering his gun a little. He heard Ryo's hissed curse in his ear at not catching the Weevil.

"Y-yessir, sorry sir!" the poor worker said, lowering his hands and putting one over his heart.

"You all right?" he asked, stepping forward and putting a hand on the man's shoulder.

"You just gave me a fright, is all," the worker replied, taking deep breaths.

Dee patted his shoulder. "You head on home, have a good night."

The man nodded and turned to leave. Dee swept his flashlight about, checking the corners. "Hey, what's that?" the man said, pointing at a dark figure that passed one of the shop windows.

Dee turned his flashlight again and caught the Weevil in its beam. The alien stopped and sniffed the air, regarding the two humans carefully.

"Ryo," Dee murmured low, raising his gun again and keeping his voice steady. "I've got it."

"On it," came his husband's voice, and Dee could hear three pairs of feet running about from the second level. Torchwood, just observing but not interfering.

"Oh, that's got to be Nate," the construction worker said, giving a bit of a grin. "He's the only one who could ever find a mask so horrid!"

"Sir, don't move," Dee said, tightening his grip on the gun. A bullet wouldn't kill a Weevil, but he still didn't want to shoot the thing if he didn't have to. Shoot only as a last resort.

"It's just Nate," the worker argued, stepping forward. "C'mon mate, show him the ugly mug under that ugly mask!"

Before Dee could blink, the Weevil had reached out and grabbed the man. The detective fired a bullet just over the Weevil's shoulder, hoping to scare it into releasing the worker.

The shop window behind the Weevil shattered as the bullet broke through, the sound mixing with the still-reverberating gunshot and setting Dee's teeth on edge. The Weevil, startled by the shot, threw the human away and ran away.

"Civilian down!" Dee said, hurrying over to the human and putting his fingers at the man's throat. He could still feel a heartbeat, nice and strong, but when he flashed the light into his eyes Dee saw he was passed out. "I think he's just passed out, but Owen'll need to check him over."

"On my way," Owen said.

"The Weevil, Dee?"

"Heading your way, Ryo," Dee replied, checking the man's head with his fingers. No bleeding, he'd be okay.

He rose to his feet. "And so am I."

-----

"Rewind it, Tosh."

Toshiko tried hard not to roll her eyes. "Jack, you've seen it four times."

"And I want to see it five."

The technician obediently typed in a few keystrokes and the compiled CCTV from St. David's 2 started going again. The team, minus their new freelancers, were in the conference room going over the mission.

"They did a good job, Jack," Gwen said, watching as Dee shot out the shop window. "Only one person to Retcon, and no injury to the Weevil."

"That's not what I'm concerned about," Jack said, sitting back and lacing his fingers together. "It's right... there."

The four others turned their attention back to the screen, where Ryo had cornered the alien. The half-Japanese detective had the cuffs in one hand and the Weevil spray in the other.

"It's okay, we're going to take you somewhere nice," the detective's soothing voice came through the speakers, trying to calm the obviously agitated alien down. "Three squares a day, you can sleep all you want, we've even got some friends for you to play with."

A small smile tugged at Owen's lips. "You can tell he's a dad."

Jack ignored him, eyes focused on the screen. The Weevil calmed down a bit and regarded Ryo for a few moments before completely and totally ignoring him, letting the half-Japanese man step up and cuff him virtually without protest, as if he wasn't even there.

When Dee showed up, the Weevil went crazy, pulling against the cuffs and Ryo's grasp.

"Something like that happened before," Ianto said, turning to Jack as on-screen the dark-haired man jabbed the sedative into the Weevil's chest as he'd been taught. "Down in the vaults their first day."

The others were watching the two of them with curiosity, and Ianto turned back to them. "After a few moments, Janet completely ignored Ryo, but she wanted Dee to pay attention to her."

"Maybe he's a Weevil whisperer?" Tosh joked, shrugging. Owen rolled his eyes.

"Maybe. I'm not sure." Jack tapped his fingers against the table, his eyes turning back to the screen. Ryo and Dee were laughing and hugging and kissing each other, the Weevil passed out at their feet. "Yet another mystery."

"As if we don't have enough of those," Owen grumbled.

Jack chuckled. "Right. Back burner mystery then." He rapped his knuckles on the table. "Gwen, call them and see if they need assistance with their Retcon." The former PC nodded and stood, already going for her mobile. "Toshiko, Owen." He smiled when they both looked at him. "Great job tonight, thanks." Tosh blushed softly under the praise.

Gwen snapped the mobile shut as she rang off. "They said they had it under control."

Jack grinned. "Then go home. All of you," he added. "See you tomorrow, bright and early."

The three shuffled out of the room, waving good-night to Jack and Ianto. The Captain looked over at Ianto once the door slid shut behind them. "I dismissed everyone for the night, Jones," he said.

"I know what Weevil hunting does to you," the young man said, picking up his mug.

Jack grinned. "Count to ten?"

"I'll make it twenty and give you a head start."

Comments

[katestamps.livejournal.com]

"Oi! That's Mister Zombie Weevil King to you, Yank!" Oh Owen *gets all misty-eyed*

Interesting little quirk that Dee sets off the Weevils and Ryo doesn't. I can't recall...how do they feel about Ianto and Jack? Hmmm. Glad it all went smoothly, however.

And this is me totally NOT asking for a smutty hide-and-seek interlude. Because that would be wrong. *wink*

[gracie-musica.livejournal.com]

No smut hide-and-seek interludes until totally4ryo does hers. Yes, I will stoop that low.

[katestamps.livejournal.com]

I didn't ask! I was being good!!

But yeah, she needs to get on that, cause she promised! (I could threaten to enable her to BPAL?)

[gracie-musica.livejournal.com]

Plz don't. She's usually low on funds (cigarette habit THAT'S RIGHT I SAID IT GENA!)

She's got a whole buncha challenge fics on tap too, so it'll come eventually. If she doesn't have it done in a week, I'll be over there to bug her in person. *laughs*

[etmuse.livejournal.com]

I love the idea of a 'back burner mystery' :) - and it is definitely curious the reaction weevils have to Ryo and Dee...

"I'll make it twenty and give you a head start."

Oh how I love Ianto...

[gracie-musica.livejournal.com]

*laughs* It'll become front burner sooner or later. *grin* Don't worry, we do know where we're going.

[cjharknessgirl.livejournal.com]

Oh that's an interesting mystery with the Weevils reactions to Ryo and Dee. I'm curious to see how that plays out.

Brilliant chapter! *goes off to read more*

[gracie-musica.livejournal.com]

Oh, just wait. You'll really get a kick out of why they react that way.